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And now I finally see that the further we go

We’re only treading ground that we already know.

I could write you a song,

Send you a note,

Or empty out your trash

And buy a bucket full of diamonds

But even the most beautiful of all roses

Must someday crumble to dust and fade away.

It’s certain tragedy.

So, it’s on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.

The empty space between me and the sunken walls

And feeling someone’s hand around my neck

Choking away the life that I have left.

And I can finally see that the further I go

I’m only treading ground I don’t want to know.

I’ll probably hang upside down

From wooden rafters in my home

And look at old photos of you.

So, it’s on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.

The empty space between me and the sunken walls

And feeling someone’s hand around my neck

Choking away the life that I have left.

I miss the warmth of the summer

When we were on our own,

But now it’s winter and my bones are cold

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